In which I decide to join the 20th century. Oh, wait...
2004-11-11 12:04 p.m.
First they were annoying yuppie toys. Then, they were just ubiquitous, and I hated them because absolutely everyone else on the planet had one. Today, I become the enemy. That's right, Hell is actually going to freeze over. I'm getting me one of them "Cell Phones" the kids are all talking about. I finally sat down with the numbers, and just as everyone has been trying to tell me forever, a cell phone is MUCH cheaper than a land line. I ordered it from a place online, and it should be here Monday. We're disconnecting the land line sometime next week. If I have a way to get in touch with you, I'll call you with the new number when I have it. If I don't, (Amanda, I'm looking at YOU) please find some other way to get in touch with me ASAP. I'm in a mild neurotic panic, because I was clearly ripped off. There simply must have been some fine print that I didn't read, and now it's going to suck to be me for the next TWO years. Fear of commitment is so much fun. The phone itself is kind of ugly, but it's the one they wanted to pay me $50 to take, and that seemed like a good idea at the time. *** I found a shareware bridge game. I don't think I'm willing to pay for it, but I'm using the hell out of my trial period. Someday, I will actually achieve real bridge, with real people again. It's actually kinda funny. Rijid also downloaded a free bridge program. The way the living room is set up, our computers face opposite walls. We spend entire nights listening to each other curse about how much our respective other players suck. *** I've been bridgeing now instead of writing for an hour. I guess I'm done here.
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